The Immortals

Prologue

In 1944, on the outskirts of a large forest in Germany, two men dressed in Nazi uniforms ran for their lives as fast as if the devil had been right behind them.

Despite the wintry chill of that December night, both of them were sweating in their uniforms as if it was midsummer. Both were panting and gasping for air as if they were both about to drown. Both wanted to scream and call for help, but they didn't have the strength; they ran out of air.

After many hours and kilometers, the older one simply collapsed. The young lad, a soldier, who was accompanying him, rushed to his aid.

When the older man was able to catch his breath, he spoke to the young man in a dry and very low voice: "Karl, take my bag. Please. It is extremely important that they do not get their hands on them. Neither of them. Neither the Führer nor ..."

"Who? Wolfgang, speak!" Karl gasped, breathing heavily.

When Wolfgang pushed the bag into his hands, his lower lip trembled and he whispered: "It!"

As soon Wolfgang finished speaking, Karl heard a faint crackling sound.

The older one started crying and whimpered: "Karl, get out of here! It is here. Run as fast as you can!"

And before the young soldier could react, something came out of the woods and dragged the older one with it into the trees, so fast he couldn't see what it was. Karl jumped onto his feet and ran again.

Although he didn't know what or who was chasing him, he knew that once it got to him, he was dead. And for some reason, something in this bag was so important to that thing and to Hitler that his general didn't want anyone to get their hands on it. Somehow Wolfgang had gotten this bag and when he found out what it was he panicked, grabbed Karl and two other soldiers and said they had to go to a bunker on the border to France. When they set up camp last night and stayed overnight, they found the other two soldiers dead, bloodless and with their throats ripped open.

Since then he and Wolfgang have been running through the woods because the old man said that if they stopped just once, they would end up like their comrades. And that's how Karl ended up in this situation.

He wondered if he shouldn't have just thrown that bag away and disappeared. But before he could make up his mind, something grabbed his leg, causing him to fall and pulling him between two trees.

The next thing he saw was the bag being dragged away and two golden yellow glowing eyes, staring at him. He couldn't utter a sound and knew his life ended here. A low growl came from the direction of those eyes, which belonged to a creature that then lunged at him. Next he felt sharp teeth tearing his throat. He rolled over in pain until he felt himself losing strength and finally gave up struggling as it was useless. It went black in front of his eyes, he only saw darkness, and his last breath escaped from his lungs as the creature drained the last bit of his life force ...